This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| 12039 | Against my will to take away my bond- woman? |
| 12039 | Am I grown common in your eyes_ Arnoldo_? |
| 12039 | An admirable rare Custom: and none excepted? |
| 12039 | And draw my legs after me like a lame Dog? |
| 12039 | And if I save him, will not the world proclaim, I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer? |
| 12039 | And is she gone then, am I dishonoured thus, Cozened and baffl''d? |
| 12039 | And my bed ready? |
| 12039 | And so do I, but hope is a poor Sallad To dine and sup with, after a two dayes fast too, Have you no mony left? |
| 12039 | And then again to sink me? |
| 12039 | And what a happiness it may be to you, To have him honour you, all women aim at? |
| 12039 | And why do you bring me hither? |
| 12039 | Are they not dead already? |
| 12039 | Away, away fool, why dost thou proclame these To prevent that in me, thou hast chosen in another? |
| 12039 | Bless me what stars are there? |
| 12039 | But was there nothing else pretended? |
| 12039 | But you shall see Sir, I can change this habit To do you any service; advise what you please, And see with what Devotion I''le attend it? |
| 12039 | Can chastity And hot Lust dwell together without infection? |
| 12039 | Can not I break my neck in my own defence? |
| 12039 | Compare with me? |
| 12039 | D''ye doubt it is day now? |
| 12039 | D''ye love as painters doe, only some pieces, Some certain handsome touches of your Mistris, And let the mind pass by you, unexamined? |
| 12039 | D''ye think because a woman, I must err, And therefore rather wish that fall before- hand Coloured with Custom, not to be resisted? |
| 12039 | Did your honour call us? |
| 12039 | Do you note his modesty? |
| 12039 | Do you read no future fortune for your self here? |
| 12039 | Do you see nothing in me? |
| 12039 | Doctor, Can you supply me? |
| 12039 | Exit.__ 2 Ser._ We shall Sir, What preparation''s this? |
| 12039 | Fie, Aim at one wanton mark, and wound another? |
| 12039 | For now I burst with anger: none to satisfie me? |
| 12039 | For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants Are all these that attend here? |
| 12039 | Freely and nobly us''d? |
| 12039 | Have I not had fair warnings, and enough too? |
| 12039 | Have I now found the cause? |
| 12039 | He''s a wretch, A miserable wretch, and all my fury Is lost upon him; holds the Mask, appointed I''th''honour of_ Hippolyta_? |
| 12039 | He''s not i''th''house? |
| 12039 | How do I look Sir, in this handsome trim? |
| 12039 | How long is it Since first she saw him? |
| 12039 | How now, what livery''s this? |
| 12039 | How now? |
| 12039 | I can not run away, I am too feeble: Will you sue for this place again Gentlemen? |
| 12039 | I suspect this stranger, Yet she spake something that holds such alliance With his reports; I know not what to think on''t; What a frown was there? |
| 12039 | I understand ye: is''t not thus? |
| 12039 | I want my self too, in mine age to nourish me: They are all sunk I mantain''d: now what''s this business, What goodly fellow''s that? |
| 12039 | I''th''name of vertue why do you approach it? |
| 12039 | In a young Ladyes arms thus dull? |
| 12039 | Is there no way to find the Trap- door again, And fall into the Cellar, and be taken? |
| 12039 | Is this the recreation I have aim''d at? |
| 12039 | Is''t possible your years should want a Tutor? |
| 12039 | Make the Earles bed readie, is the marriage done Sir? |
| 12039 | Marry him_ Rutilio_? |
| 12039 | May she not live here, And yet be honest still? |
| 12039 | Me thinks it shakes i''th''hilts: pray tell me gentlemen, How long is''t since you flourisht here? |
| 12039 | Might not you fall, or you, had you gone that way? |
| 12039 | More Women yet? |
| 12039 | Murmur nor whisper? |
| 12039 | Must I endure this? |
| 12039 | Must I needs fool into mine own destruction? |
| 12039 | Must my undoubted honesty be thy Bawd too? |
| 12039 | My Guard I say, sirrah you knew of this plot; Where are my Guard? |
| 12039 | My hospitable word, even when I saw The goodliest branch of all my blood lopt from me, Did I not seal still to thee? |
| 12039 | No Gallies to be got, nor yet no Gallows? |
| 12039 | No comfort? |
| 12039 | No lucky fortune to direct me that way? |
| 12039 | No way to wipe his mouldy chaps? |
| 12039 | Nor Christian for his sake-- plague o''my stars, How long might I have walkt without a Cloak, Before I should have met with such a fortune? |
| 12039 | Nor any thing to pawn? |
| 12039 | Nothing to catch your eyes, nothing of wonder The common mould of men, come short, and want in? |
| 12039 | Now he moves towards us, in the Devils name What would he with us? |
| 12039 | Now is this tye dispatch''d? |
| 12039 | Now what are you? |
| 12039 | Now, what say you to me? |
| 12039 | O me, I am broken- winded too; is this a life? |
| 12039 | O that his body were not flesh and fading; But I''le so pap him up-- nothing too dear for him; What a sweet scent he has?--Now what news_ Jaques_? |
| 12039 | Old, or unworthy of your fellowship? |
| 12039 | Or are you loaden, with the love I bring you, And fain would fling that burthen on another? |
| 12039 | Or do you speak to me? |
| 12039 | Recover her, or I shall dye; deal truly, Didst not thou know? |
| 12039 | Redeem me at the base price of dis- loyalty? |
| 12039 | Shall we goe off? |
| 12039 | She''s rich and of a constant state, a fair one, Have I not cause to wooe her? |
| 12039 | Still pick the Devils teeth? |
| 12039 | That rob''d me of that right, made me a Mother? |
| 12039 | The breach of League in us gives foul example, Therefore you must be pleas''d to think this honest; Did you know what she was? |
| 12039 | The colours that you give? |
| 12039 | The courtesies you shew''d this stranger, Madam? |
| 12039 | The nobleness his vertue springs from, doubted? |
| 12039 | The reason? |
| 12039 | This day was Married Sir? |
| 12039 | Thou Dog- whelp, thou, pox upon thee, what Should I call thee, Pompion, Thou kiss my Lady? |
| 12039 | Thou art not worthy of my foot poor fellow,''Tis scorn, not pity, makes me give thee life: Kneel down and thank me for''t: how, do you stare? |
| 12039 | Thy cursed blood and kindred? |
| 12039 | To have him love you Lady, that man love you, The best, and the most beauteous have run mad for? |
| 12039 | To keep thy name for ever from my memory? |
| 12039 | Tug at an Oar? |
| 12039 | Under what angry star is my life govern''d? |
| 12039 | Walk like the winding sheet my Son was put in, Stand with those wounds? |
| 12039 | What Masque is this? |
| 12039 | What are these? |
| 12039 | What constancy, what faith do you call this? |
| 12039 | What invitation''s this? |
| 12039 | What mad unmanly fate, made thee discover Thy cursed face to me again? |
| 12039 | What made you wandring Sir, into that vault Where all the City store, and the Munition lay? |
| 12039 | What news with you? |
| 12039 | What pretty fancy to provoke me high? |
| 12039 | What saith the_ Spanish_ Captain that I struck, To my bold challenge? |
| 12039 | What will you take Sir To beat a fellow for me, that thus wrong''d me? |
| 12039 | What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty: Not to be taken down: would you have Children? |
| 12039 | When thine own bloudy sword, cryed out against thee, Hatcht in the life of him? |
| 12039 | When you have done your best, And think you have fixt her in the point of honour, Who do you think you have tyed her to? |
| 12039 | Where are my servants, do none but my sorrows Attend upon me? |
| 12039 | Where have your eyes been wandring, my_ Arnoldo_? |
| 12039 | Wherefore should I fear Some plot upon my life? |
| 12039 | Whither have my fears brought me? |
| 12039 | Whither would you, Or what do you seek for? |
| 12039 | Who made you witty, to undoe your self, Sir? |
| 12039 | Who makes this out- cry? |
| 12039 | Why didst not leave it there? |
| 12039 | Why should he perish too? |
| 12039 | Why think you so? |
| 12039 | Why will you ask those things you would not hear? |
| 12039 | Why would your Lordship marry, and confine that pleasure You ever have had freely cast upon you? |
| 12039 | Why? |
| 12039 | Will you confess the doubt and yet pursue it? |
| 12039 | With whom? |
| 12039 | Would ye have me love ye? |
| 12039 | Y''are grosly cousen''d; there''s no good in you, Which others have not: are you a Scholar? |
| 12039 | Yes they are knit; but must this slubberdegullion Have her maiden- head now? |
| 12039 | You like the Letter? |
| 12039 | You will not marrie me? |
| 12039 | Your coming comes too late: I am a woman, And one woman with another may be trusted; Do you fear the house? |
| 12039 | [_ Exit.__ Hip._ Are ye so quick? |
| 12039 | [_ Exit.__ Man._ Is to be married, sayest thou? |
| 12039 | [_ Exit.__ Zab._ What''s to be done then? |
| 12039 | _ 1 Offi._ What made you wandring So late i''th''night? |
| 12039 | _ 1 Ser._ O, prosper it As long as it carries good wine in the mouth, And good meat with it, where are all the rest? |
| 12039 | _ 2_ The labour was so much Sir, And so few to perform it--_ Rut._ Must I come to this? |
| 12039 | _ Alon._ If once you are beset you can not scape, Will you betray your self? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ And all this wealth? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate: But why for me? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ The very wines are admirable: Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question, For what great worthy man are these prepar''d? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ What shall I see? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years? |
| 12039 | _ Ar._ You''l say this house is mine too? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Are you there Madam? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Does this seem handsome Sir? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Fye_ Rutilio_, Why do you make your brothers misery Your sport and game? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ I can not see her yet, how it afflicts me The poyson of this place should mix it self With her pure thoughts? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ I know not what to answer, Nor where I am, nor to what end consider; Why do you use me thus? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ In this only_ Zenocia_ wrongs her servant; can the body Subsist, the Soul departed? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ My strength? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Speak for me? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ To what are we reserv''d? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ What shall I do to save her? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ What would you have me do? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Whither will he lead me? |
| 12039 | _ Arn._ Who''s that? |
| 12039 | _ Bra._ Kill him? |
| 12039 | _ Bra._ Let me consider? |
| 12039 | _ Bra._ To beat him say you? |
| 12039 | _ Char._ What are these? |
| 12039 | _ Clo._ My love? |
| 12039 | _ Clod._ Be there no other witnesses? |
| 12039 | _ Clod._ How fell he thus? |
| 12039 | _ Clod.__ Rutilio_? |
| 12039 | _ Doct._ Why, do you wish he had been punished? |
| 12039 | _ Dua._ Charms Lady? |
| 12039 | _ Dua._ I rely Upon thy faith; nay, no more protestations, Too many of them will call that in question, Which now I doubt not: she is there? |
| 12039 | _ Dua._ This to me, you Peasant? |
| 12039 | _ Dua._ Well Sir, there''s more mony, To ma[ke] you handsome; I''le about your business: You know where you must stay? |
| 12039 | _ Gov._ Are these fit preparations for a wedding Lady? |
| 12039 | _ Gove._ Do you confess the act? |
| 12039 | _ Gover._ Which is the Maid; is she here? |
| 12039 | _ Gui._ From whom comes it? |
| 12039 | _ Gui._ What makes thou here then? |
| 12039 | _ Gui._ Who''s there? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ And dar''st thou with this impudence appear here? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ And when thou went''st, to Imp thy miserie, Did I not give thee means? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Are you a_ Castillian_? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Shall I have justice? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Speak, what are you? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Who waits without there? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Who''s that? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ Will you pronounce? |
| 12039 | _ Guio._ You sent this letter? |
| 12039 | _ Guio.__ Stephana, Jaspe, Julia,_ Who waits there? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Am I fair now? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Are ye angry Sir, Because ye are entertain''d with all humanity? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Are you assur''d the charm prevails? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Can I restore her? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Could any one that lov''d this wholesome counsel But love the giver more? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ D''ye jeer me now ye are going? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Have I now found the cause? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ How now, what hast there? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ How? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Is all that beauty scorned, so many su''d for; So many Princes? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Is that the means to quench the scorching heat Of my inrag''d desires? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ May I sit near ye? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ No means yet left me? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ No, hold a little_ Zabulon_, I''le pluck his heart- strings first: now am I worthy A little of your love? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Of what Country? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Sir, I come to do a charitable office, How does the patient? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Weeping too? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ What Musick do ye love? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ What''s done? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Where was she when the inchantment First seis''d upon her? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Who waits within there? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Why does your Lordship use me so unnobly? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Why stand ye still? |
| 12039 | _ Hip._ Will ye be won? |
| 12039 | _ Ja._ O that was a brave Rascal, He would labour like a Thrasher: but alas What thing can ever last? |
| 12039 | _ Ja._ Who? |
| 12039 | _ Leo._ Do, and prosper: Excellent creature, whose perfections make Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me, What would your smiles doe? |
| 12039 | _ Leo._ Have you told your Lady? |
| 12039 | _ Leo._ What will you Madam? |
| 12039 | _ Leop._ And will you ask more For a sound beating than a murther? |
| 12039 | _ Man._ What strange turn''s this? |
| 12039 | _ Mar._ Is''t possible There should be hope of his recovery, His wounds so many and so deadly? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly: This old Cat will suck shrewdly: you have no Daughters? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Are these the bride- laces you prepare for me? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Blow your face tenderly, Your nose will ne''re endure it: mercy o''me, What are men chang''d to here? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ But do you do this faithfully? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Do you call this wooing-- Is there no end of womens persecutions? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ How might a man atchieve that place? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Make me a Dog- kennel, I''le keep your house and bark, and feed on bare bones, And be whipt out o''doors, Do you mark me Lady? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ The rarer still: how could I lay about me, In this rare Office? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Tug at an Oar? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ What fortune? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Where are you, white- broth? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Why do you drag me? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Why do you grieve thus still? |
| 12039 | _ Rut._ Yes, with my nose: why were the trap- doors open? |
| 12039 | _ Sul._ I''le do my best, and suddenly: but hark ye, Will you never lye at home again? |
| 12039 | _ Sul._ Shall I never see a lusty man again? |
| 12039 | _ Sul._ What would you give that woman should redeem ye, Redeem ye from this slavery? |
| 12039 | _ Sul._ What''s become of the_ Dane_? |
| 12039 | _ Sul._ Where''s the_ French_-man? |
| 12039 | _ Sulp._ Do I live? |
| 12039 | _ Sulp._ How many had he yesterday? |
| 12039 | _ Sulp._ How now? |
| 12039 | _ Sulp._ Which way? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Call''d ye Madam? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Do not you think your self now truly happy? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ I told you, you would see that Would darken these poor preparations; What think ye now? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Say it? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Shall we pluck yet? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ She is a woman Sir, Fy, what faint heart is this? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ To what end Sir? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Where are your favours now? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Where''s the Gentleman? |
| 12039 | _ Zab._ Will you sit down and eat Sir? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ Did she invite you, do you say? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ Did ye faith? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ I will endeavour all the wayes I am able To make her think well of you; will that please? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ Prethee-- didst thou not kiss,_ Arnoldo_? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ Seem''d to love you? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ To whom? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ What do you here then? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ When shall I see you? |
| 12039 | _ Zen._ Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing? |
| 12039 | _ Zen.__ Clodio_ again? |
| 12039 | _ Zeno._ His faith uncertain? |
| 12039 | _ and bind him.__ Rut._ How now? |
| 12039 | a rich Banquet, Musick, and every place stuck with adornment, Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game Has Fortune now prepar''d to shew me happy? |
| 12039 | and have I lost my wishes? |
| 12039 | are they born to it, or chosen? |
| 12039 | bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature To pose the world? |
| 12039 | but hark ungratefull, Was it not thus? |
| 12039 | by a stranger too? |
| 12039 | did ye forget so far? |
| 12039 | do you call this a wedding? |
| 12039 | do you mock me? |
| 12039 | goldy- locks? |
| 12039 | have you do? |
| 12039 | how my joy swells in me, But why in this place? |
| 12039 | is my nose fast yet? |
| 12039 | keep me from women; Place me before a Cannon,''tis a pleasure; Stretch me upon a Rack, a recreation; But women? |
| 12039 | more misery? |
| 12039 | more ruin? |
| 12039 | must innocence suffer,''Cause I am faulty? |
| 12039 | my Guard there, no man answer? |
| 12039 | no revenge? |
| 12039 | no treason to deliver me? |
| 12039 | now am I worth your liking? |
| 12039 | or believe that one The best, and most Canoniz''d ever was More than a seeming goodness? |
| 12039 | or is my Love so fatall That of necessity it must destroy The object it most longs for? |
| 12039 | or when your body''s perfect, Your stomach''s well dispos''d, your pulse''s temperate, D''ye doubt you are in health? |
| 12039 | passes.__ Man._ Fye Madam, how undecent''tis for you, So far unlike your self to bee seen thus In th''open streets? |
| 12039 | so Are many, and as knowing: are you valiant? |
| 12039 | speak, what brought thee hither? |
| 12039 | thou scour her Chamber- pot: Thou have a Maiden- head? |
| 12039 | to hide thy face and fly me? |
| 12039 | to what new end Are these fair preparations? |
| 12039 | was''t not enough To have the fair protection of my house, When misery and justice close pursued thee? |
| 12039 | what business hath he here? |
| 12039 | what means this, Lady? |
| 12039 | why do you kneel? |
| 12039 | women? |
| 12039 | women? |
| 12039 | women? |
| 12039 | ye fool my wishes; Is mine own slave, my bane? |
| 12039 | you are not arrant rascals, To catch me in a pit- fall, and betray me? |
| 12039 | you are not mad Lady; Do I come fairly, and like a Gentleman, To offer you that honour? |
| 12039 | you make me fonder: You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament; Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye? |